TripTrap - Only 4 Clocks

Yeah Ayo Now this goes out to all the born, tortured souls, more than cold Told there's gold in the folds of their mortal mold Bought and sold by immortal holders, Lord, behold the Lord of lords Contorted orders for your chords to choke Board the boat to shore, there's no more to know, no force to show Before you know, the more you know, the more you're owed It's getting deeper and the more you go, the more you float The more you row, the more you blow, the more you cope The more you know, the more you grow, the more you glow The more you go, the more you go, the more you go I'm having thoughts of becoming a border patrol Crossing the Mexican border in a quarter-controlled Ford Exploder (What kind of shit you on, 'Dro?) (You better tell 'em what kind of shit you on, 'Dro) Now this goes out to all the young, lusty lovers, smothered in blood and butter Coming from the same mother, but another color Running from the clutches of a jealous, jealous other Because a man that's never suffered has never discovered I write to you in no hurry, don't worry The boy that's born to kill is no more a murderer than the sword he wields Don't know how poorly you've been spoiled until you miss a meal You see the wheels before you see the field Don't know how blessed you are until you find a meal Don't know how good you got it until you miss a meal Yeah, check it it's in the way of the serpent, first step, say you deserve it To know the Earth is to play in the dirt and stay in the furnace Two million ways to burn in the garden of earnest I keep a nine, even though it might take 32 virgins Off of the hook like the room service with a do not disturb sign Curbside swerve when the words rhyme Perpetrate the skrrt like a peasant I was taught in presence of kings You never show up with your head up I'm only here to hear what's next Lack of courage make a bigger mess So what you do is fear less, care less, prepared less Throw up your big four fingers and your one pinky, we here next Fuck the rest, fuck a test, fuck the best Fuck the motherfuckers that think they got a better solution Other than less pollution, reduced stress, and better sex A bigger bet with bigger checks, bitch, and better sets You never settle, nevertheless, and get better And make every L you take look like a lowercase letter You might see a man who's still on his first hit But still working, at a certain level, he feels perfect No pain, he doesn't feel the hurt He used to wake up to heal the world, now he wakes up to peel the percs He always swore he wouldn't go back on his word To take his Ls like a soldier and do what he's told To know he never got to know his folks He never showed emotion, just emotions, he was shown and told He used to cry at night and have visions His mother told him it was fine, now she acts like she didn't But the angels sing to him still, he dreams lucid But he'd trade his immortality just to see her feel human See, I seen him when he went from innocence to ignorance Now he's a hypocrite, he ain't never even get to hit the spliff He had it good, I just wish he could remember it Maybe then he'd get the hint, realize his potential The Long Island colossus, the strong silent composite In the middle of a dark night, squawk silence of the prophets My eye to the optics, always watchin' my back With this uncanny knick for quickly overcomin' obstacles Jumpin' off the walls, light the kerosene I'm stuck inside the lion's den, y'all is wearin' sheep Listenin' to sh*t you can't hear on mainstream I'm better than the bars on Rikers Island where the players sleep Have an open mind, nah, don't close it Say you're one of the greats, but I don't know, kid Do the sh*t for the masses, hocus pocus It's like crabs in a bucket, they all focused Take the sh*t to another stratosphere Beyond just the madness here, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now I gotta flip the f*ckin' beat Yeah, look, I gotta flip the f*ckin' beat No matter how you say it, I'm the apex Most known for how I laid text, the alphabet inscriber Sick in the brain, that's word to my medulla The man beyond measure, I'm the ruler The human highlight film, I make a man look foolish So grab the Techs, not the shooter Make a man say, "Jesus" like a crucifix Take the body of Christ, not the Eucharist Get on some bullshit, I get on some new again Take you for a ride, but I never do Uber trips Not the work of the antichrist That's word to all of my students that I am teaching this Not as devilish, oh, it's not the work of Beelzebub Do this on the regular, all of you get your bellies rubbed This is regular, I'm a smooth operator Get in the groove with the word generator My every move, you a perpetrator On the mound, the curve ball, I'm the illustrator #TripTrap #Glitchcore #FemaleRap #UndergroundHipHop #ExperimentalMusic #ChaoticSynths #AvantGarde #DirtySouth #StreetRap #RawRap #HipHop #AggressiveRap #UndergroundHipHop #FemaleEmcee